Three, two, one, and...
Who's the man you've all been
sitting there anticipating?
Who's the man with his instrument,
ready, willing and waiting?
Who's the man for whom your
breath has been eagerly baiting?
If I hadn't already confessed it,
you'd no doubt already have guessed it!
Banjo boy, banjo boy,
play a number for me
Won't you play that melody?
When you start your playin'
Mama starts her swayin'
She's right there with her
Stompin' that rhythm
Banjo boy, banjo boy
Play the razz -a -ma -tazz
You're the sunny
Southlands king
You said,
Dixie, hummin' it
When you started strummin' it
See those fingers goin'
That's that finger there
When you start to syncopate
Some birds seem to orchestrate
The swan he stops, it's blowin',
just hear him play
Who can plunk your
heartstrings full of joy?
That's banjo boy
Want to see?
Hear him go
F
Don't you know?
G
Love him so
C
Let him swing
C again
And do his thing
F
He's the king
Gee!
Ding -a -ding!
Oh!
Banjo
Boy,
Banjo
Boy
You're the musical sun
In the southern sunny skies
Feet will start their fidgets
See those magic digits
Hands are a -clappin'
Fingers a -snappin'
Banjo
Boy,
Banjo
Boy
Play that favorite tune
That the old folks love to sing
Can't you hear the people cry?
Wanna see those fingers fly?
Listen to him play it!
Get down.
Can't you hear those children roar?
Dixie shouting out for more?
Hear those steamboats roaring?
Eight to the four!
Who's that one big head hunk of joy?
Yes!
The golden kid that passion
can't destroy?
It's me, it's me!
Whose name they shout from
Maine to
Illinois,
That's
Banjo
Boy!
Banjo
Boy!